” I said.“You’re kidding.”So ... I reached up and pinched the nerve ... seconds later Ken was begging me to let go ... so I did. He was on his... knees and rolling in pain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts! I see. You sure you’re only fifteen? Jesus H. Christ, kid. That hurt worse than getting shot!”And that had the normal result.After a showing of assorted scars and healed holes I asked, “What did you do in the military?”“You know what they say.” He replied.“What?”“If I told you, I’d have to kill. I helped her as she parted her lips slightly, I was rubbing my lund over her orifice to make it lubricated with her own juice and my saliva. Now it was perfect to enter my circumcised 8 inches.I placed myself on her and slowly made my way inside. Wow, it was hot as a furnace. My dick was feeling surrounded by fire yet in the water. She further accommodated me inside pushing herself more into the bed and making way. Soon my whole 8 inches were parked inside her pussy.I wanted to absorb maximum. The gasp was from the sudden heat inside me, not reluctance. ‘She shaved her pussy for me, and gave me the hairs,’ I added with a rush, feeling a bit juicy for being so helpful. ‘How convenient,’ Stacey drawled, looking pleased — I hoped it was with me. ‘Be a good girl and go fetch your phone, will you?’ By the time I returned with it, Stacey’s lips were gleaming in the soft light and I could smell the hair in the pillar candle next to the bed. She spread her legs in wordless invitation and I. She then adjusted it to make sure it was protecting my "very pretty dress." So, what do we have in mind?" she said looking between me and Sharon uncertainly."He needs a very pretty curly hairstyle," said Sharon. "Maybe a bob style with a wedged back." I had no idea what she was talking about and just murmured some words of agreement. Sharon sat down on the windowsill to watch. As she sat, I noticed that there were a fair number of people passing on the sidewalk."Okay," Vanessa said, "I'll have.